Katey heaved a sigh of relief as she sank into the plush chair at her desk. At long last, this miserable day was done. A treadmill of one meeting after another, some of them contentious but none of them really reaching a conclusion, had taken the wind out of her sails this day. "I am so ready for a glass of wine and a bubble bath."
Make no mistake, Katey loved her job as a government executive. Almost every day brought interesting challenges, demanding the most of her personal skills. She especially enjoyed mixing with, even influencing, the political and business power-brokers in the city, many of whom had come to look to her as someone they could trust. She had recently been promoted to this position, after many years of working her way up the ladder. And with the promotion came this gorgeous office. She looked around at the newly decorated walls, punctuated historical postcards of the city, and with plaques and awards she had been honored with. Best of all though, was the awesome furniture: a broad, rich wood desk and credenza set, even a small conference table surrounded by comfortable arm chairs. Yes, she really was where she wanted to be. "Still," she mused, smiling, "sometimes I really just need a hug."
A soft knock at the open door broke her reverie. As she looked up Katey was astonished to see a tall man of about 53 striding into the office - Mr. B, her secret lover from the east coast! Her breath caught as she struggled with disbelief. How could he be here ... here? "Hi babe," he greeted her casually, if it nothing were out of the ordinary. "Anything interesting happen at the office today?"
"How ... when ..." she didn't know where to begin. "Baby, you have no idea how happy I am to see you!"
"Surprised?" he flashed his gorgeous smile. "OK, the truth is, I had unexpected business in San Antonio, and figured what the heck I'd sneak up here for a visit. I do hope you don't mind."
Feelings of joy were overcoming her shock as she realized that it was no dream, he really was here, standing right in front of her desk. She pushed her chair back and eagerly strode around the desk, extending her arms to him and wrapping them around his neck. His arms in turn encircled her waist. Their lips met, parted slightly, and they melted into a soft, lingering kiss.
As they broke the kiss, she grasped his hands and stepped back. "Let me look at you. Geez, I still can't believe it, babe." He was wearing a white dress shirt with faint patterned lines, and she recognized it as the one she had bought him for his birthday. And his tie, too, had been her gift to him for Valentines Day, given with a wink about tying him up with it. To her eyes, he looked fantastic.
He returned her gaze, giving her a look up and down. She was wearing a blue skirt suit over a white button-up blouse, appropriate for the meetings she had that day. "My my babe, you sure do look the part. I bet you have all the good ol boys 'round here just about eating out of your hand."
Katey blushed, "Oh, I don't know about that, sir", she answered, calling him the name she sometimes used when they flirted. "But I am glad you like what you see."
"Young lady," he answered to her 'sir', "I like what I see very, very much. Now, look here what I brought for you." Only then did she see the decorative bag he had place on the desk.
"You brought me something?" she was just happy he was here himself. "Babe, you didn't have to do that." She opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of fine white wine. "Wow, babe, this looks great! How did you know my favorite? And how did you know I really needed a glass, right now!"
"I always try to be prepared, young lady," Mr. B smiled. "In fact, lookee what I have here. He reached into the bag again and withdrew to small goblets. "I was hoping we might celebrate this surprise, here and now."
"Why sir, you wouldn't try to get me drunk would you? I might be afraid you'd try to take advantage of me," Katey giggled. "Or, that I might go to sleep, and you wouldn't take advantage of me. Remember that ten minutes rule ..." They both laughed, becoming at ease with each other as the surprise of his unexpected appearance wore off.
"Shall we?" Mr. B opened the wine and poured each of them a generous glassful. He lifted the glass toward her. "To surprises!" he toasted, as they clinked their glasses together.
Standing close again, she looked up into his blue eyes, feeling herself overcome with desire. "I think ... I'd better lock the door." She stepped to the door, looked around outside, then closed the door and turned the lock. "There ... now we can't be interrupted." Katey returned to her lover, set the wine glass on her desk, then reached up and slipped her arms around his neck "Now, come here, handsome," she whispered. He leaned down to meet her welcoming lips, lingering for almost a minute as they felt the warmth of each other's bodies penetrating their clothing.
